Bears: Number One Threat to America, Babies

So the library is opening an exhibit on the exploration of the arctic, and they've got these giant, wall-sized posters of mountains, little informative plaques, fancy screens advertising the exhibit. They've also got bears (the one in question, a polar bear, is the only one I've seen so far, but there are rumored to be more on the other side of the library). They're dead and stuffed and roped off so people won't try to hug them and what-not, but they're also kind of large and ferocious with their saucer-sized paws and bared (ha!) teeth glinting in the everlasting Scandinavian sunlight.

So I'm strolling into work this morning and I hear this screaming--and this is strange 1) because I work in a library (and not the Main Branch of Cincinnati Public Library where screaming and drug-dealing and threat-making and parole-officer-sweet-talking is business as usual), and 2) because it's a child screaming, and Danish children never scream. So I get to the top of the travelator and across the foyer from the information desk over there's a little boy (the source of the screaming) trying to alert his mother to the bear in the window and crawl, in fear, into her sweater sleeve at the same time.

As we all know, I have a horrible sense of humor, and thus I began laughing uncontrollably. Fortunately, I realized in the moment, that this was probably unhelpful to the situation, so I covered my badge with my bag and darted quickly up to my office (where, upon a conversation with my boss, discovered that we also have taxidermied bison and wolves).

However, since most of you won't be there to see the terror in the eyes of the little ones, I leave you with this.